Torn from her sheltered life, Rayne is alone and scared
after she discovers her fiancé is not the man she thought he was. Unable to accept the corrupt world he belongs
to, she flees to the furthest possible location she can reach on her own. Nothing could ever prepare her for the
journey and what she finds out when she arrives.

Is she strong enough to survive on her own?

The epitome of the lone wolf, Devin stays in the wilderness
and far away from people, avoiding the decision of whether to accept his title
as leader and alpha of the pack. One
alluring woman stirs up his resolve and passion when she disturbs his solitary
world. The man inside is tempted in a
way he can’t understand but his wolf knows he’s found his mate.

Can he have her without succumbing to the responsibilities
waiting for him?

Excerpt:

If nothing else she was warmer
now. How
long would the rain last? Do I want to
wait it out and then try to find a washroom – in the dark? Rayne shook her head before she could go any
further with that thought. There was no way she was getting out of this car
until it was light out, rain or no rain.
How many hours until daylight? She debated very briefly whether she could
squirm around and reach the purse to get her phone. Highly
doubtful. Besides being cocooned in
the puffy material, the phone was off for a reason and turning it on just to
check the time wasn’t worth the risk of Aiden being able to trace the
location. Truthfully she didn’t know if
that was possible even though all the movies referenced it being so, but
understanding what type of man Aiden was and what he was capable of, she wasn’t
taking any chances.

Working one arm free from the bag,
she shifted far enough forward to reach the ignition; he couldn’t track the
cars clock. Turning the key, her heart
sunk when she noted the time, there were too many hours left until dawn. She looked out the windshield and froze, her
heart jumped into her throat. Afraid to so much as breathe, Rayne stared at the
animal a few feet away from the headlight.
Her brain first said dog, but that was no dog. That was a wolf; it had to be a wolf. Were
wolves that big? It seemed bigger
than in any pictures she’d seen.

She sat there looking at it, not
sure if she should honk the horn or just sit and try not to get hysterical
waiting for it to leave. The car may be
metal, but the roof was something this animal could probably get through. As
she continued to stare at it she couldn’t help thinking it was a beautiful
creature. It’s grey and brown fur looked soft and thick, not that she’d ever be
able to find out if it was. It was the
way the haunting grey eyes watched her that made her decide not to honk the
horn or scream as loud as she could, which had crossed her mind briefly. Rayne was fairly certain it was as surprised
to see her as she was to see it. Didn’t wolves travel as group? A pack?
She wanted to look around and see if there were more in the trees, but
the logical part of her brain said she was better off not knowing. Never argue with the logical part.

She was sure she stopped breathing
all together when it took a step closer to the car and then turned quickly back
towards the trees. As she was reaching
for the keys it stopped and looked back at her for the length of two heart
beats before it bolted into the trees and disappeared.

Turning off the key, she sat in the
dark leaning back against the seat while she tried to remind her body how to
take air in. In this moment with her heart beating so loud she could hear it,
or at least it felt that way, Rayne reached the decision that she was not
getting out of the car until daylight, and even then was questionable. One more conclusion was also not turning the
lights on again; her mental state was much better not knowing what else was
outside of the car. She checked to make
sure the door was locked, she did know a wolf wouldn’t just walk up and use the
door handle, but she felt better knowing that she was locked in and more
importantly other things were locked out.

Pulling her arm back into the sleeping bag, Rayne shuffled
down as far as she could and closed her eyes.
The sooner she slept, the closer daylight was to getting here. Over the noise of the water beating off the
car, she thought she heard a howl.

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